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Sep 2022
The dial is turning
but I can't seem to tune in
and there's not much room
to manoeuvre,

Tuesday?
yeah
they say it's a new day
but it
feels like some new way
for them to con us.

I can't wait for the next life,
said the cat on his eighth life
not knowing it would be its
last life,

everything is about hope
that's how we cope
until Friday
and then all bets are off.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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   G Alan Johnson
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